Christopher having a bad day

This was taken about two weeks ago when Christopher was not feeling well and stayed home from school and was snuggling with Brown, his bear. Today he's feeling fine, but his teacher just emailed me back and said he's needing to be more responsible with homework. She was very upset with several students for not getting their work done and she emailed me right back with a response. She said she has high expectations for him.

Let me quote her, "Christopher is a smart boy with lots of personality. I love him and want the best for him in the future." So you can see she really cares about my son and I appreciate her a lot. I just need to be more vigilant when it comes to after school time and not let playtime start until I check his planner. Sometimes when he gets home, I feel sorry for him after a long day at school and he's so eager to get outside and play. But he gets his work done very well and quickly, once he fesses up to having homework! I've found that he does better with piano practice if I have him do it right after school too. The night drags on otherwise.

Wish me luck in guiding him to getting his work done, and still having time for plenty of fun with his friends. A mom's work is never done.

Comments

ninnies said…

poor guy. :(

March 19, 2007 8:54 PM

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